I pull up to a light next to a solo driver in a newer 4S with an empty road straight ahead. My son riding shotgun says the guy's putting on his seatbelt; the S2000 behind him is revving. While nobody launched, the Porsche pounced pulling two cars from the start. I'm game. By the bottom of fourth we're three cars up with the Honda in my lane as far back as the 911. The Teutonic did turn off before the next light, but the other guy, who hadn't hit triple digits on that road since his days in his Firebird, agreed it was very good fun.